Monday, June 30, 2008
Encounter with an ice-cream kind
Bought ice cream from a roadside cart in town today, which turned out to be a hilarious episode which my friends poked fun at the rest of the night.
I ordered a chocolate ice cream in a cup, thinking it would be less messy then carrying the dripping biscuit ice-cream around.
Hence, the uncle proceeded with preparing the ice-cream. When we realised he was putting squishing the ice-cream in between the biscuits instead of a cup, we quickly told him it was not supposed to be.
And so, the smart uncle did the most hilarious of things.
He SQUEEZED the ice cream TOGETHER with the BISCUIT into a plastic cordial cup!!! WTF?!?
And so for the rest of the time, I was carrying around a large ice-cream with biscuit squeezed in a tiny cup around town, looking rather silly.
A and H seized the opportunity to laugh at me the entire night. They even took a picture of it! Idiots.
Oh. And I forgot to mention. Instead of a chocolate ice-cream, he gave me mocha ice-cream instead.
*rolls eyes*
Friday, June 06, 2008
Body Inscriptions
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Morbidity
I had a morbid dream today. I dreamt that a certain person passed away. I cannot recall the details but I do remember that as he lay on his death bed, he called out to me and he knew where I worked.
As funny as it may seem, lying on his death bed already and suddenly telling me where I work, it was a much more sombre mood within the dream. It meant so much to me, that he actually knew who I am.
I teared, for the first time in many years. I actually grieved at his passing on. I thought I'd probably just dismiss his death as just another passing phase of my life, which would occur eventually.
The truth is... in reality, he really did remember. When I met him a few months back and he suddenly made mention of it. I was totally surprised because I really did thought that I was that insignificant to him.
It took a dream for me to be reminded of this incident.
And for that, I'd make it a point to go down and celebrate with him. An appointment which I had no intention of making in the first place.
As funny as it may seem, lying on his death bed already and suddenly telling me where I work, it was a much more sombre mood within the dream. It meant so much to me, that he actually knew who I am.
I teared, for the first time in many years. I actually grieved at his passing on. I thought I'd probably just dismiss his death as just another passing phase of my life, which would occur eventually.
The truth is... in reality, he really did remember. When I met him a few months back and he suddenly made mention of it. I was totally surprised because I really did thought that I was that insignificant to him.
It took a dream for me to be reminded of this incident.
And for that, I'd make it a point to go down and celebrate with him. An appointment which I had no intention of making in the first place.
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